Thomas Shelby Imagines

The lady on the train

The train jolted into life as it slowly started moving. The station the train had stopped in slowly drifted out of view, giving way to sunlight streaming in through the small window. It was open slightly, just enough, to allow a nice breeze to sway through the small room.

You took a moment, looking up from your book, enjoying your surrounds. You were visiting a relative, you hadn't seen for months. Their letters were tucked fondly in your back. A huge trunk of luggage was tucked neatly above your head.

The sound of the train was hypnotic relaxing. The slow pace of the train allowed you to spar a few moments to watch fields whiz by, sheep scattered across the country side. You smiled to yourself. Your family had sprung for a private room on the train. The tri was a few hours, and you had insisted it wasn't necessary, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying the peace.

You looked away from the window when the door opened and a man shoved into the room. "Excuse me? Can I help?" You asked wearily. He looked at you and sighed.

"Sorry. I must have the wrong carriage. I can't seem to find mine." He glanced out into the corridor.

"They're numbered on the outside." You pointed out and he sighed, you were sure he'd rolled his eyes at you.

"I can see that. But as you can see this is the room I should be in." He showed you his ticket, you looked at your own and saw the matching number.

"Well. I suppose if this is your room as well you ought to sit down." You offered and gestured to the seat opposite you.

He nodded and decided to sit. You nodded her didn't seem to have any luggage. He was smartly dressed but his suit didn't quite have the fineness of the men that went in your circles. In fact, you were surprised you didn't recognise him. He looked as if he should be someone you knew. He took out a newspaper and started to read until he realised that you were looking over your book at him.

"Can I help you?" He asked cautiously.

"Have we met before?"

"I don't see why we would have."

"You look like someone I'm sure I've met." You said quickly

"Thomas Shelby." He said and stuck out his hand for you to shake. You stared at it for a moment, surprised by the gesture but shook his hand just the same.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You said with a smile.

"Well, now we know each other." He said with a light chuckle.

The rest of the ride was quiet. When you arrived in the Birmingham station Tommy stood. You struggled with your bag. He kindly helped you down with it. "Thank you Mr Shelby." You said as you followed the flow of people out to the station. Once there you realised that your uncle wasn't there to pick you up like he'd promised.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked as you walked to the information desk, they quickly gave you a letter.

"I was. Where do I find a driver?" You asked him and he laughed. When he realised you were serious he chuckled and took your bag.

"Well I have a car and I wouldn't object to your company a little longer." He offered.

"Mr Shelby I couldn't." You objected politely.

"I insist." He said and watched as you thought it over before agreeing.